Oh Really?
Jonathan's is growing on the outer edge of his ears. I didn't even know that was possible. Even worse: some of it is coming in white.
Maybe you two can get together and compare.
Or the fact that you're subjecting us to your metrosexual obsession with personal grooming. . .
I don't care if it IS what turned on Melonhead.
Just work em into the combover
I'm not sure what's worse though: the ear-hair or the fact that it has split-ends.
Or the fact that it's braided.
That reminds me - the Jerry Lewis Labor Day telethon just ain't the same since Buddy Hackett died.
You can use conditioner for the split ends (since you don't need it for your head anymore).
Ear hair is a sign of testosterone. Wear it with pride.
I comb my ear hair over my bald spot.
Wait until you are in your 50's or 60's.
Actually, I find aging to be an adventure. Sure, there are things that I cannot do, but there are many wonderful things that come with age as well. Grandchildren. Children who, finally, have settled down and turned into wonderful, responsible, admirable individuals about whom I no longer need to worry.
Aging brings wisdom, supposedly. And perhaps it does. At my age there is some perspective. My still living (1t 94) mother has even more, and is even less traumatized by "little" events than I am. I worry that Bush is bringing a new global depression; mom recalls the great depression and knows we can get through it, for example.
Things that used to traumatize me are less important. And I take great joy in the daily pleasures of living here: trips to the Urbana Farmer's Market, travels away from U-C, the birth (and growing up) of a grandchild (and , at my age, I even hope to be lucky enough to see a great grandchild or two).
Sure, my hair is nearly gone, and what is left is mostly gray. Eventually, if family history proves to apply, I will need a hearing aid, my kidneys and pancreas will deteriorate markedly, and my ability to walk will be hindered. That will hurt, especially living in U-C where those who cannot drive are fourth-class people, and those who cannot hear well are treated quite poorly.
But in the meantime, I recommend aging. The joys of the perspective of a lifetime, of good friends and close family, of the daily joys of little things that many younger people overlook are important.
Don't fret the ear-hair. Don't fret the gray hairs. Life is a joy, and if you keep things in perspective you will do just fine. Kids who worry too much about the future and can't wait to grow older are the most miserable. Adults who live in the past and regret aging are the most miserable.
ENJOY WHAT LIFE IS OFFERING YOU. (NOW.) Change is inevitable. What you lose is equal at least to what you gain.
with love and best wishes,
Lee.
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